After the princess lost her memory, she was not as restrained as before, which infected many people, and the princess also encouraged them not to be formal. Gradually, Cheyue also changed her restrained style.
Ting Qingyu looked at Cheyue, whose eyes were glowing softly, and sighed quietly in her heart, "Cheyue, how did you escape from Li Yi? The person who died...wasn't you?"
"Well, no, I just happened to encounter a man's corpse on the way, and that night I asked my fellow disciples to transport the corpse to the inn, and disguised the corpse as Che Yue, and then staged an assassination attempt
I took the opportunity to escape from the scene of assassinating the Fifth Highness. But I can't show up with my original face in the future." Cheyue said with a smile, this plan was just a temporary idea, and I didn't expect it to work. Li Yi and the others
Sure enough, I was fooled and took that man for myself.
"Do you know the art of disguise?" Ting Qingyu's eyes widened in surprise. She had never heard Che Yue mention it before, but now she felt surprised when she heard it.
"Well, I learned it from my master, Yu'er..." He suddenly leaned into her ear and whispered, "On that day, I will disguise myself for you, but I will disguise myself as a man and sneak out of the Changbi Palace.
It avoids a head-on confrontation with King Ming and has a greater chance of escaping. Do you think this is a good thing?"[
His breath hit her ears warmly, itching, and her face could not help but get hot.
Cough, natural reaction! Don’t pay attention.
Ting Qingyu nodded, "It's a good plan, but... I hope it goes smoothly!"
There was some comfort in my heart. Cheyue was not a fool. It was a good thing to escape from Li Yi. It would be even better if she could escape from the clutches of King Ming by disguise.
Cheyue smelled the faint fragrance from Ting Qingyu's body, and a sudden heat rose in his body. He resisted the urge and turned away.
He didn't want Ting Qingyu to hate his frivolity, although this kind of "frivolity" didn't count to him at all, but just the most primitive heartbeat...
"Cheyue..."
Ting Qingyu suddenly shouted softly. He turned his head and looked quietly at those complicated beautiful eyes.
"What's wrong? Yu'er?" Cheyue looked at her eagerly, looking forward to her next words.